i feel like myself again. i don’t know if i should be proud or terrified.
i think the prophecy is wrong. there is no way the universe would torture me this humorously.
i saw all the stars tonight. dozens of miles away from harsh city light. i can only dream to be as beautiful as them.
my hands dig into your thorns because i swear they look just like your flushed cheeks.
you can just talk and i’ll listen to you for years.
i believe i was a brilliant poet lifetimes ago. but now the words fall from my lips all wrong.
happy birthday baby. even though you’re on the other side of the world. even though you hate me. happy birthday baby.
i’ll pray to little orange bottles or stuffy waiting rooms if it meant you would just get better.
i took a deep breath for the first time in weeks today.